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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Names to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
Ronan,
Grey Daturas,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Magma,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Fear,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
The Beau Brummels,
Amazonics,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
The Remains,
AZ,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.