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 Thailand and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sarah Menescal to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Tim Buckley,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Ponytail,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Derrick Morgan,
Dark Day,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
La Düsseldorf,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
JFA,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.