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 Nigeria and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 the Swans to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Television,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun City Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
D'Angelo,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The United States of America,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Style,
Khruangbin,
Hot Snakes,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.