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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young 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?
T.S.O.L.,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Suicide,
Wings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
Underground Resistance,
Mr. Review,
AZ,
Laurel Aitken,
Agent Orange,
Skarface,
Inner City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Das Ding,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
MDC,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Harmonia,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Robert Görl,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.