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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
Hashim,
Nas,
ABC,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thompson Twins,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Grey Daturas,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
The Zeros,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Vainqueur,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
The Doors,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Youth Brigade,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Sneak,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Q65,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Adolescents,
Hasil Adkins,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.