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 Spain and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Skriet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
The American Breed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.