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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Steve Hackett to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Fat Boys,
The Red Krayola,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
Danielle Patucci,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eli Mardock,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
Drexciya,
Kerri Chandler,
Amazonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
The Zeros,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jacques Brel,
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Roxy Music,
The Remains,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.