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 Japan and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Minny Pops,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Scrapy,
Zero Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
AZ,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
OOIOO,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bush Tetras,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Darondo,
The Real Kids,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Flag,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.