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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Germs to the dance 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Supertramp,
The Litter,
Angry Samoans,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Shoche,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.