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 Ethiopia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Q65,
The New Christs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Alison Limerick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ponytail,
Rekid,
Black Flag,
The Saints,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Fear,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Lynne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.