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 Libya and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Mark Hollis,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Bush Tetras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pole,
June Days,
Nik Kershaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacob Miller,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control,
UT,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Infiniti,
Peter & Gordon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.