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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Smog,
Rufus Thomas,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Qualms,
Jacques Brel,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Groovy Waters,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Animal Collective,
K-Klass,
The Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
Radiohead,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
The Red Krayola,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bush Tetras,
Lucky Dragons,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.