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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Sarah Menescal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Mark Hollis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ice-T,
Chris Corsano,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure,
Black Bananas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Piero Umiliani,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
the Germs,
Rod Modell,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Sheep,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Vogues,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boredoms,
The Evens,
ABC,
Visage,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.