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 Liechtenstein and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Qualms,
Brand Nubian,
Toni Rubio,
Junior Murvin,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
MC5,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Soul II Soul,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
The Index,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Au Pairs,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.