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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Divine Comedy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s,
Vainqueur,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Jeff Lynne,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
Barbara Tucker,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Desert Stars,
The Cowsills,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Erykah Badu,
Monks,
The Remains,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.