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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Easy Going,
Qualms,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fugs,
kango's stein massive,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Kenny Larkin,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Moebius,
Anthony Braxton,
Arthur Verocai,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wire,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.