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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pylon,
the Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun City Girls,
Don Cherry,
The Durutti Column,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Heaven 17,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Judy Mowatt,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Kerrie Biddell,
Darondo,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.