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 South Sudan and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Jandek,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
The United States of America,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bad Manners,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
Flamin' Groovies,
Y Pants,
Pulsallama,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Tommy Roe,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
The Raincoats,
Curtis Mayfield,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.