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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Fall to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Scratch Acid,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harmonia,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Barbara Tucker,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pylon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.