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 Ukraine and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Freddie Wadling record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Index,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
UT,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
The Grass Roots,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Moebius,
The Monochrome Set,
Erykah Badu,
Talk Talk,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
The Litter,
Glenn Branca,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.