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 Sweden and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
Sex Pistols,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Parry Music,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Khruangbin,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wire,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Litter,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
The Happenings,
The Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.