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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
The Tremeloes,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Model 500,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association,
Roxette,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pulsallama,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masters at Work,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.