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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Man Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Skaos,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
Moby Grape,
Rod Modell,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gladiators,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
The Buckinghams,
Darondo,
The Cramps,
Negative Approach,
Aloha Tigers,
Young Marble Giants,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Pulsallama,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.