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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minny Pops,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jacob Miller,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Fraelich,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Magazine,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
The Vogues,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bluetip,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Germs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
OOIOO,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
H. Thieme,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.