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 Singapore and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Godley & Creme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Smoke,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
Grey Daturas,
The Human League,
Royal Trux,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Oneida,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
cv313,
The Wake,
Minor Threat,
Lightning Bolt,
A Certain Ratio,
Fear,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.