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 Turkmenistan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monks,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
ABC,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Lindisfarne,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Talk Talk,
Camouflage,
The Busters,
AZ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
Marshall Jefferson,
FM Einheit,
Rod Modell,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Gastr Del Sol,
B.T. Express,
Lucky Dragons,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.