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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
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 Houston and Edmonton.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Smog,
Albert Ayler,
Piero Umiliani,
Michelle Simonal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boredoms,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Absolute Body Control,
Animal Collective,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
The Fuzztones,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Oneida,
Aural Exciters,
Cecil Taylor,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Whodini,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
Quando Quango,
Reagan Youth,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Q65,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.