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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
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 organ 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Simply Red,
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
The Gories,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Oneida,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Bronski Beat,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Pop Group,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scrapy,
The Sound,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.