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 India and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Smog to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yellowson,
R.M.O.,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
Barry Ungar,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Gabor Szabo,
Laurel Aitken,
Erasure,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Bush Tetras,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
Altered Images,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
The Misunderstood,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Brand Nubian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.