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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kevin Saunderson to the dance 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Panda Bear,
Ronan,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Duran Duran,
Black Flag,
Roxy Music,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
The Index,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
H. Thieme,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.