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 Ireland and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Stetsasonic,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
Interpol,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
Wolf Eyes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anthony Braxton,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.