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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
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 Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
The Fire Engines,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Anakelly,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
DNA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Blancmange,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Can,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.