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 Netherlands and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Index to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gories,
Inner City,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
The Pop Group,
Charles Mingus,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Anakelly,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.