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 Greece and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Mars to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
New Order,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy Collins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Stooges,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Steve Hackett,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Wally Richardson,
The Slackers,
MC5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joyce Sims,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.