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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '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 Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Alison Limerick,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
EPMD,
Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Slick Rick,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Moby Grape,
R.M.O.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Sheep,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
X-102,
MDC,
The Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
The Angels of Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
the Germs,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Organ,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.