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 Netherlands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
James White and The Blacks,
The New Christs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radiohead,
DJ Style,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Ponytail,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Gichy Dan,
Skriet,
The Golliwogs,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Ultra Naté,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Anthony Braxton,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Pole,
Unwound,
Quantec,
Hardrive,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Rufus Thomas,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Monolake,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.