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 Tanzania and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
H. Thieme,
Adolescents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
One Last Wish,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
John Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Robert Hood,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.