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 United Kingdom and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Depeche Mode,
Khruangbin,
Connie Case,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swell Maps,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Cale,
Heaven 17,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
Y Pants,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
The American Breed,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.