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 Liberia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Clear Light to the disco 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
ABC,
Junior Murvin,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Desert Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Swans,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Half Japanese,
Niagra,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
The Five Americans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.