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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 48th St. Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
CMW,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Faust,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Juan Atkins,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
The Sonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Dual Sessions,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
The Beau Brummels,
Colin Newman,
The Walker Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Tim Buckley,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.