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 Dominica and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the techno 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Bang On A Can,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
In Retrospect,
The Litter,
Wally Richardson,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Blossom Toes,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Finger,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Simply Red,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Amazonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Deakin,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The American Breed,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül II,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Sarah Menescal,
Adolescents,
Yaz,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skarface,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.