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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Mission of Burma,
Radiohead,
Black Sheep,
Visage,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chrome,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Kaleidoscope,
Q65,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
China Crisis,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.