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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the dance 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Sugar Minott,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Adolescents,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Symarip,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
MDC,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
Sound Behaviour,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.