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 Albania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
The Associates,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Ken Boothe,
Radiohead,
Eric Copeland,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Moebius,
E-Dancer,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mandrill,
Oblivians,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Faust,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Toni Rubio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
The Fugs,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.