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 Palau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 CMW to the dance 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Ice-T,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
D'Angelo,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
The Standells,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Amon Düül II,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Count Five,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.