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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Visage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Hasil Adkins,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
D'Angelo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
Franke,
Echospace,
Black Bananas,
The Mummies,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Wally Richardson,
Chrome,
Unrelated Segments,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Machine,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Sarah Menescal,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.