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 Qatar and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
The Fortunes,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yazoo,
Reuben Wilson,
K-Klass,
ABC,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Curtis Mayfield,
H. Thieme,
The Standells,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Yaz,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Jacques Brel,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.