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 Nepal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
FM Einheit,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy Collins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Babytalk,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
Faraquet,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
K-Klass,
Grey Daturas,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.