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 Belize and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Marine Girls to the disco 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Selecter,
Kenny Larkin,
Organ,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Womack,
Spoonie Gee,
Radio Birdman,
Spandau Ballet,
Television,
Letta Mbulu,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Evens,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.