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 Azerbaijan and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the rap 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shoche,
Das Ding,
Barbara Tucker,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Ponytail,
Unwound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Monks,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Searchers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Dawn Penn,
Spandau Ballet,
Soft Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.