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 Guatemala and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Davy DMX,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
Harry Pussy,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
This Heat,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Delta 5,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Trumans Water,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.