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 Seychelles and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Joe Smooth to the rock 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Smog,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jimmy McGriff,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
The Raincoats,
Nils Olav,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
The Evens,
Yellowson,
Minutemen,
Swell Maps,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grauzone,
Agitation Free,
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.