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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Martian,
Darondo,
Scott Walker,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Index,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
World's Most,
Intrusion,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Sun Ra,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fear,
Skaos,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fugazi,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
cv313,
Erasure,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.