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 Seychelles and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Residents,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Liliput,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Birthday Party,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Slick Rick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
OOIOO,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eve St. Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Fad Gadget,
The Misunderstood,
the Normal,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.