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 Ghana and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Ronan,
Pere Ubu,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Rod Modell,
Sun Ra,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cure,
Hasil Adkins,
China Crisis,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
The Toasters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.