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 Bangladesh and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord 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 Audionom to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rotary Connection,
Average White Band,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Panda Bear,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Agent Orange,
Connie Case,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.