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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Khruangbin to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Mad Mike,
Guru Guru,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Donald Byrd,
Oblivians,
Lower 48,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Martian,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Public Enemy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ohio Players,
Tommy Roe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy Collins,
the Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.