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 Benin and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Carl Craig,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
Don Cherry,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Five Americans,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Frankie Knuckles,
Model 500,
Chrome,
The Doors,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
James Chance & The Contortions,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Letta Mbulu,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Cecil Taylor,
Bronski Beat,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Audionom,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.