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 Barbados and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Fall to the funk 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
Lakeside,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Wasted Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul II Soul,
The Dead C,
Black Flag,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Wake,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The New Christs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.