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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Stetsasonic to the grime 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ken Boothe,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
In Retrospect,
The Moleskins,
David Axelrod,
Alison Limerick,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Piero Umiliani,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
World's Most,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.