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 Gabon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Section 25,
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Terry Callier,
Livin' Joy,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Last Poets,
Das Ding,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Letta Mbulu,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Buckinghams,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
UT,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.