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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 DJ Sneak to the dance 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Skaos,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
The Index,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
Harry Pussy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Lungfish,
cv313,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
June Days,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.