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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deepchord,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Davy DMX,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Organ,
Vladislav Delay,
Mark Hollis,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
The Selecter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zero Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Johnny Osbourne,
Metal Thangz,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
MC5,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.