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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 punk 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Connie Case,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
Barry Ungar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eurythmics,
Make Up,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Hardrive,
Kool Moe Dee,
A Certain Ratio,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
Von Mondo,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
AZ,
John Holt,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.