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 Oman and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Harmonia,
Pierre Henry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Offenders,
Bobby Sherman,
Tres Demented,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Rapeman,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brass Construction,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
The Standells,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Skarface,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.