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 Tajikistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Country Teasers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Popol Vuh,
The Move,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Unwound,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Eurythmics,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
JFA,
Black Pus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Alphaville,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.