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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Model 500,
Magazine,
Lungfish,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Dolphy,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Kevin Saunderson,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Lalann,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Donald Byrd,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
Faust,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.