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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
a-ha,
Lou Christie,
the Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Kaleidoscope,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Davy DMX,
Mark Hollis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
The Black Dice,
Ludus,
X-101,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.