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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Harmonia,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
PIL,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Malaria!,
Whodini,
Clear Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cameo,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Supertramp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Byron Stingily,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Derrick May,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.