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 Bolivia and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Roxy Music to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Suicide,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Marvin Gaye,
Pole,
Sex Pistols,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Section 25,
Dark Day,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
Average White Band,
UT,
Scott Walker,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
Smog,
Heaven 17,
X-102,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Fluxion,
CMW,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.