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 Poland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 The Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joe Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brand Nubian,
Joyce Sims,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Kinks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
The Misunderstood,
Tommy Roe,
Yellowson,
Cluster,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neu!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Severed Heads,
UT,
Harry Pussy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Mo-Dettes,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.