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 Ivory Coast and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Los Fastidios,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Mars,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Bad Manners,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.