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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Scan 7 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Average White Band,
Basic Channel,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
The Music Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ossler,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Sister Nancy,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Tim Buckley,
Symarip,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mark Hollis,
Max Romeo,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
ABBA,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Desert Stars,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.