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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Gichy Dan,
Pantaleimon,
Eli Mardock,
Siglo XX,
Lyres,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
B.T. Express,
Blossom Toes,
The Fortunes,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Marmalade,
Masters at Work,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kayak,
Oneida,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
Zapp,
Harry Pussy,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Little Man,
Laurel Aitken,
FM Einheit,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
World's Most,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.