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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
Pantytec,
Jandek,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
Henry Cow,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Arcadia,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Rites of Spring,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.