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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Mars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonic Youth,
Surgeon,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Swell Maps,
Derrick May,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.