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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Q and Not U,
Can,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Count Five,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Qualms,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oneida,
Magma,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Simply Red,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Urselle,
David Bowie,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.