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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
The Birthday Party,
The Cowsills,
Symarip,
Fad Gadget,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Theoretical Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Anthony Braxton,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Scrapy,
Archie Shepp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Television Personalities,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neu!,
Bad Manners,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.