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 Uruguay and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
Tubeway Army,
Sex Pistols,
Icehouse,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
Metal Thangz,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
The Trojans,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
A Certain Ratio,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Morten Harket,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Lydon,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Yazoo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
Sugar Minott,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eddi Front,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.