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 Rwanda and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Holt to the jazz 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mission of Burma,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-102,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Howard Jones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Symarip,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Pulsallama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joy Division,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.