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 Malta and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Ultimate Spinach to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
The Names,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harmonia,
The Offenders,
Carl Craig,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Scion,
Ludus,
Jandek,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Qualms,
Stereo Dub,
David Bowie,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Wasted Youth,
The Busters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Angels of Light,
Nas,
Franke,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.