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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the jazz 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Althea and Donna,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Pere Ubu,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
the Swans,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Lower 48,
Throbbing Gristle,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.