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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Durutti Column,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
a-ha,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Buckinghams,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
The Blues Magoos,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Shoche,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Chris Corsano,
Bang On A Can,
The Zeros,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Tom Boy,
Unrelated Segments,
One Last Wish,
Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.