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 Uganda and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marine Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mad Mike,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Near,
Joey Negro,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Skriet,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Godley & Creme,
The Martian,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
AZ,
Hardrive,
Robert Hood,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.