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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Durutti Column to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy Collins,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Sister Nancy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Loose Ends,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Monks,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.