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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the punk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Moon,
Bad Manners,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Durutti Column,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Slave,
The Invisible,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Scion,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Electric Prunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Malaria!,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.