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 Belgium 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Minnie Riperton,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Womack,
Half Japanese,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Swans,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Fear,
ABC,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
Nils Olav,
Bluetip,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
The Star Department,
ABBA,
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.