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 Zambia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Electric Prunes 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Bowie,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Eden Ahbez,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott Heron,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Man Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Magazine,
Marine Girls,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
Pagans,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Heaven 17,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Delta 5,
Mission of Burma,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.