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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Ajijia Myrayebe 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
FM Einheit,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Piero Umiliani,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Duran Duran,
Oneida,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
Gang Green,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bizarre Inc.,
Colin Newman,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ossler,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.