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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Hardrive,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Can,
Fear,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Radio Birdman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
the Association,
The Cowsills,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.