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 Cameroon and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Vainqueur,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
The Gladiators,
Soul II Soul,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
Scion,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
ABC,
X-102,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.