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 Paraguay 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 John Coltrane to the rock 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ken Boothe,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oneida,
Byron Stingily,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
The Toasters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
The Pop Group,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Lightning Bolt,
Organ,
Banda Bassotti,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
Mars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Harmonia,
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.