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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
a-ha,
Derrick May,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
DJ Sneak,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rakim,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Half Japanese,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pole,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Divine Comedy,
Rufus Thomas,
Roxette,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.