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 Australia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grunge 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
The Fall,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Techniques,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Gong,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Patti Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Bill Wells,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.