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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Sixth Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doobie Brothers,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Soft Machine,
Pussy Galore,
Scrapy,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
Matthew Bourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Swell Maps,
Mad Mike,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
AZ,
The Alarm Clocks,
Judy Mowatt,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
L. Decosne,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.