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 Estonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
The Divine Comedy,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Faraquet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Outsiders,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
Colin Newman,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Jandek,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.