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 Burundi and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins 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?
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Howard Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Bronski Beat,
Sällskapet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Al Stewart,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Danielle Patucci,
Average White Band,
Albert Ayler,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.