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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joensuu 1685 to the dance 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
Hashim,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sam Rivers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Terry,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Remains,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Morten Harket,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Colin Newman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Lyres,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.