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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 snare 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 UT to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Sherman,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Smog,
Sparks,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
ABC,
Lalann,
Slave,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Symarip,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Surgeon,
Eric Dolphy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.