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 Papua New Guinea 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joey Negro to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Technova,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Shuggie Otis,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
One Last Wish,
Minutemen,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Lucky Dragons,
Erasure,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
David Axelrod,
cv313,
Alphaville,
Essential Logic,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Womack,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Rakim,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
X-Ray Spex,
Quantec,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.