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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Cheater Slicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Raincoats,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gun Club,
MDC,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
The Trojans,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Ten City,
Bush Tetras,
Faust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gladiators,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Henry Cow,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
The Last Poets,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Average White Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Morten Harket,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.