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 Turkey and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Invisible 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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Organ,
Unwound,
Wolf Eyes,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Don Cherry,
EPMD,
Mo-Dettes,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blues Magoos,
Skaos,
The Vogues,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
New Order,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hashim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.