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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Intrusion,
Eden Ahbez,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
MC5,
Sugar Minott,
Cecil Taylor,
Heaven 17,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
The Misunderstood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Zeros,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Franke,
Roy Ayers,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hot Snakes,
Motorama,
Davy DMX,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-102,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.