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 Cuba and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
The Cure,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Tubeway Army,
Chris & Cosey,
Subhumans,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Niagra,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
the Germs,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Pantytec,
The Offenders,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
The Selecter,
Television,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Pole,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.