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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Subhumans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cluster,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Outsiders,
Lindisfarne,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.