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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Man Parrish,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Index,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Connie Case,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
The Evens,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.