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 Belarus 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
CMW,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Carl Craig,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Howard Jones,
Moebius,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.