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 Denmark and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agitation Free to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bush Tetras,
The Beau Brummels,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Toni Rubio,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter & Gordon,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Slave,
Television,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Fatback Band,
Radiohead,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Lucky Dragons,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Clear Light,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.