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 Uruguay and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slackers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radio Birdman,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Stetsasonic,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New Order,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.