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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Gang of Four,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
cv313,
Lalann,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
The Dirtbombs,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Black Pus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monolake,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Deakin,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.