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 Madrid.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Dice to the jazz 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Organ,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Anthony Braxton,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry's Kids,
The Slackers,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cluster,
Ronnie Foster,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monks,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
Quando Quango,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Donald Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.