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 Korea South and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 10cc to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
These Immortal Souls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vainqueur,
Girls At Our Best!,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brass Construction,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rufus Thomas,
Rakim,
The Move,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Sun Ra,
Skaos,
Todd Rundgren,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ice-T,
Electric Prunes,
Sister Nancy,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
The Seeds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
The Fugs,
Scan 7,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.