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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Bill Near,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Star Department,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Suicide,
Visage,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Pylon,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
The Doors,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Y Pants,
The Seeds,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
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.