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 Niger and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Visage to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Pole,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flipper,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Y Pants,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Black Bananas,
Severed Heads,
E-Dancer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
The Searchers,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Visage,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Real Kids,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
In Retrospect,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
The Red Krayola,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.