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 Seychelles and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Basic Channel to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
The Victims,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q65,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Oneida,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Unwound,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cowsills,
Dual Sessions,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Depeche Mode,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Black Bananas,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.