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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Pussy Galore,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Fugazi,
The Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Crash Course in Science,
Davy DMX,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
Urselle,
Japan,
Eric Copeland,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.