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 Latvia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grunge 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Donald Byrd,
Chrome,
Ten City,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
Jeff Lynne,
the Slits,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Arcadia,
Hasil Adkins,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Beau Brummels,
Davy DMX,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Khruangbin,
Wolf Eyes,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Crime,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.