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 Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 The Detroit Cobras to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Fatback Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Terry,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
The Toasters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Offenders,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
These Immortal Souls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Smooth,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scrapy,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.