Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Terry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Birthday Party,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Radio Birdman,
The Gladiators,
The Red Krayola,
Surgeon,
Marine Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Sam Rivers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rufus Thomas,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
The Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Throbbing Gristle,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.