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 Moldova and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Wings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers,
Lower 48,
The Victims,
Derrick Morgan,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Motorama,
JFA,
Neu!,
Symarip,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alphaville,
Thee Headcoats,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Black Dice,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.