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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Jacques Brel,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
UT,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alphaville,
Todd Terry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gong,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Toni Rubio,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
The Fall,
Monolake,
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Lynne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.