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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Aswad to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Dirtbombs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Jandek,
The Star Department,
The Move,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Zero Boys,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.