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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Last Poets,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Knickerbockers,
ABBA,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Real Kids,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Bronski Beat,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.