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 Liberia and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pop Group,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
The Pretty Things,
Can,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Neu!,
Q65,
Todd Terry,
Agitation Free,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Theoretical Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.