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 Colombia and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 theremin 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 Mantronix to the electroclash 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Sherman,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
the Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Marc Almond,
Yusef Lateef,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
Minutemen,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.