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 San Marino and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 rhodes 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 Livin' Joy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
The Selecter,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
the Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Essential Logic,
Joyce Sims,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Swell Maps,
A Certain Ratio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
CMW,
Duran Duran,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Niagra,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pussy Galore,
Funkadelic,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.