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 Tonga and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bill Near to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
10cc,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Agent Orange,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deakin,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Bobby Womack,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pierre Henry,
Glenn Branca,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.