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 Moldova and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Smiths to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Can,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mantronix,
Anakelly,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Accadde A,
Ossler,
June Days,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Little Man,
Deadbeat,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.