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 Chile and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Main Source,
The Tremeloes,
Alice Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
the Human League,
Cluster,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
The Standells,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
Crime,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sister Nancy,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Move,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
The Doors,
Susan Cadogan,
The Star Department,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.