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 Bangladesh and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
Blancmange,
Black Pus,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Joe Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
X-102,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
OOIOO,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Thee Headcoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Almond,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.