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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Slits to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Holt,
Cecil Taylor,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Leaves,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
The Names,
Black Moon,
Pylon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Public Enemy,
Vainqueur,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Derrick May,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
ABC,
KRS-One,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.