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 Samoa and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Skaos to the dance 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Al Stewart,
Urselle,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Fear,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Parry Music,
The Count Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bad Manners,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fuzztones,
The Standells,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Monks,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Fugazi,
ABC,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Raincoats,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Birthday Party,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.