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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
This Heat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Tom Boy,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
The Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Tres Demented,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Lightning Bolt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
The Cowsills,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.