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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash 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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echospace,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Minor Threat,
The Associates,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
The Selecter,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.