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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Shuggie Otis to the rap 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
OOIOO,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
The Cure,
MC5,
CMW,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
The Litter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.