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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kerri Chandler,
10cc,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Whodini,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barry Ungar,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
The Remains,
John Holt,
The Cure,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
The Saints,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.