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 Congo and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Crooked Eye,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Mad Mike,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
The Saints,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nico,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Zero Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Agitation Free,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.