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 Ireland and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-102 to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harmonia,
Man Parrish,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Surgeon,
Soft Cell,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Metal Thangz,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Associates,
The Alarm Clocks,
B.T. Express,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.