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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Index 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Young Rascals,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
UT,
H. Thieme,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers,
The United States of America,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Groovy Waters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Banda Bassotti,
New York Dolls,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Half Japanese,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.