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 Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 Paris and Lille.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Danielle Patucci to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
This Heat,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
the Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
The Misunderstood,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
Peter and Kerry,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Cluster,
The Wake,
The Divine Comedy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Boz Scaggs,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Subhumans,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.