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 Cuba and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
Nirvana,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Japan,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Fad Gadget,
The Count Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.