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 Armenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Cowsills to the electroclash 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Infiniti,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Japan,
The Divine Comedy,
ABC,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Dark Day,
Mandrill,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Audionom,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
FM Einheit,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
David McCallum,
Loose Ends,
Danielle Patucci,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.