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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Scan 7,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
X-102,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Magma,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Ash Ra Tempel,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
UT,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.