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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Delon & Dalcan,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Alton Ellis,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Silicon Teens,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.