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 Niger and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zeros to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moody Blues,
Grey Daturas,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
Joe Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
The Gap Band,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Hardrive,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.