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 Taiwan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
Steve Hackett,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
Sugar Minott,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Infiniti,
kango's stein massive,
New Age Steppers,
Joe Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Joy Division,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brick,
Scion,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.