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 Comoros and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Black Flag to the rap 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Surgeon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
This Heat,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Sun Ra,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
The New Christs,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bush Tetras,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.