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 Turkmenistan 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 The Barracudas to the funk 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Mo-Dettes,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
Boogie Down Productions,
Porter Ricks,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Pus,
Section 25,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Smoke,
Talk Talk,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
The Cure,
the Germs,
Aaron Thompson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.