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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Derrick May,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
T. Rex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
T.S.O.L.,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Whodini,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Echospace,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
The Stooges,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.