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 Botswana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Little Man,
Index,
Pere Ubu,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Todd Terry,
Wings,
Wire,
Soul II Soul,
The Victims,
Talk Talk,
Das Ding,
Livin' Joy,
Accadde A,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
The Neon Judgement,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.