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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Wake,
Robert Wyatt,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Unrelated Segments,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
The Music Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faust,
Pantaleimon,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.