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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alton Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
F. McDonald,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Association,
Michelle Simonal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Count Five,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.