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 Finland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 48th St. Collective to the techno 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Motorama,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New York Dolls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
John Holt,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Swans,
ABC,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Adolescents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monolake,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Groovy Waters,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Faust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
Albert Ayler,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
The Birthday Party,
Delta 5,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.