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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 The Grass Roots to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Ituana,
Cecil Taylor,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Monks,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
the Association,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dead Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stereo Dub,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Monolake,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Model 500,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Happenings,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.