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 Malta and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the punk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
Magazine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Isaac Hayes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Aaron Thompson,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
Crime,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
The Tremeloes,
ABBA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Interpol,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Adolescents,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Vainqueur,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Johnny Clarke,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.