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 Micronesia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the electroclash 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Simply Red,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Harmonia,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
EPMD,
the Germs,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gong,
Pantaleimon,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Sight & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Jacob Miller,
A Certain Ratio,
Ohio Players,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Ossler,
Deadbeat,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.