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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Scratch Acid to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
Excepter,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Organ,
Neu!,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Tim Buckley,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
World's Most,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Newcleus,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Los Fastidios,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Piero Umiliani,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
New Age Steppers,
Joensuu 1685,
Spoonie Gee,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.