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 Algeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David McCallum,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Crash Course in Science,
the Slits,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cameo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Mo-Dettes,
Hot Snakes,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
Black Moon,
Tommy Roe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Kayak,
New Age Steppers,
H. Thieme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.