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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
the Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Isaac Hayes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Popol Vuh,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.