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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Sarah Menescal,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Archie Shepp,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Altered Images,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Mummies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Brass Construction,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Japan,
The Names,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Swans,
Jeff Mills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dark Day,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Ponytail,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terry Callier,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Yaz,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.