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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Smog,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Robert Hood,
PIL,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
The Star Department,
Agent Orange,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
FM Einheit,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
T.S.O.L.,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
Isaac Hayes,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Soft Cell,
UT,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.