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 Barbados and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Human League to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Japan,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skaos,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Newcleus,
Jeru the Damaja,
Theoretical Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Durutti Column,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Das Ding,
The Doors,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
AZ,
Bauhaus,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
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.