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 Lithuania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Fear to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
John Lydon,
Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
The Invisible,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Faraquet,
Average White Band,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Mo-Dettes,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.