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 Nepal and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
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 clarinet 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oneida,
Banda Bassotti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Pylon,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Ronnie Foster,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Goldenarms,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.