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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Quadrant to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
F. McDonald,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wire,
Radio Birdman,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
Groovy Waters,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
Camberwell Now,
Scan 7,
Bobby Byrd,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Cluster,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Magazine,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.