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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sparks,
CMW,
Harmonia,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Index,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Aaron Thompson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Surgeon,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
David Axelrod,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
UT,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.