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 Israel and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Max Romeo to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Charles Mingus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
OOIOO,
MDC,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Main Source,
Massinfluence,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Metal Thangz,
X-102,
Khruangbin,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Deakin,
U.S. Maple,
Jeff Lynne,
Suicide,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Joyce Sims,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.