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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Glenn Branca to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Oneida,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Niagra,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Spandau Ballet,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kevin Saunderson,
Junior Murvin,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Basic Channel,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.