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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Divine Comedy,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Althea and Donna,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reuben Wilson,
Boredoms,
Johnny Clarke,
Q and Not U,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.