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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Schoolly D,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Machine,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Deepchord,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
The Remains,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultra Naté,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
Maleditus Sound,
Sandy B,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
FM Einheit,
Suburban Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Camberwell Now,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.