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 Australia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
UT,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Brick,
Excepter,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Index,
The Happenings,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Terry Callier,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Nico,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano,
The Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Mission of Burma,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.