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 Afghanistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Morten Harket to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Theoretical Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Seeds,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Ronan,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deadbeat,
Connie Case,
Andrew Hill,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.