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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Quando Quango to the funk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Ice-T,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Andrew Hill,
The Angels of Light,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Leonard Cohen,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Crime,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.