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 Poland and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Carl Craig,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Jandek,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Index,
The Stooges,
Television,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.