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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
Swans,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Nas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Faust,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smoke,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
L. Decosne,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantaleimon,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
Terry Callier,
The Grass Roots,
E-Dancer,
Cybotron,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.