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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog to the grunge 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Technova,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Five Americans,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Moebius,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
The Doobie Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Reuben Wilson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Outsiders,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
Amon Düül,
Ornette Coleman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Visage,
Pet Shop Boys,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Spandau Ballet,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Gong,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.