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 Chad and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
Brass Construction,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mummies,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke,
Vainqueur,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Skarface,
Can,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Roy Ayers,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
The Leaves,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
June of 44,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.