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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 The Fugs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Alphaville,
Au Pairs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Normal,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Schoolly D,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fuzztones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
Niagra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.