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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Sight & Sound to the disco 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
David Bowie,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Pagans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chris & Cosey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Cymande,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Janne Schatter,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
Mission of Burma,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.