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 Colombia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the rock 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Kas Product,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
Minor Threat,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Nico,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Fela Kuti,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
The J.B.'s,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Minnie Riperton,
The Walker Brothers,
New Order,
the Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Albert Ayler,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
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.