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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Smoke 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
KRS-One,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Fad Gadget,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
Gabor Szabo,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Black Flag,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.