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 Guinea-Bissau and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 spring reverb 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Durutti Column,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
Isaac Hayes,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Skarface,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.