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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Bar-Kays,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Dennis Brown,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Cluster,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
Alton Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Letta Mbulu,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Star Department,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.