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 Oman and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar 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 Charles Mingus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Sugar Minott,
Joy Division,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Crash Course in Science,
Darondo,
Talk Talk,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bush Tetras,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Gong,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oneida,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Charles Mingus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Q65,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.