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 Chile and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gichy Dan to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Roxette,
Crime,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
Mars,
Los Fastidios,
Minor Threat,
X-101,
Youth Brigade,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
PIL,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Monks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
Rekid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Black Dice,
Amon Düül,
Jimmy McGriff,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Zero Boys,
Joe Smooth,
T. Rex,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.