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 Australia and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Jawbox to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Isaac Hayes,
Skaos,
Young Marble Giants,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
Subhumans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
Aswad,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Massinfluence,
Intrusion,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Todd Terry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.