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 Guatemala and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
The Five Americans,
John Holt,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
The Divine Comedy,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
DNA,
Pagans,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lightning Bolt,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fall,
Erasure,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ponytail,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.