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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Iggy Pop,
Pylon,
The Cramps,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
Pantaleimon,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Franke,
KRS-One,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Interpol,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Ten City,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.