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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the techno 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Prince Buster,
Intrusion,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Gil Scott Heron,
Young Marble Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Porter Ricks,
Maleditus Sound,
Qualms,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dead Boys,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Victims,
The Gun Club,
Ice-T,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.