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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Skriet,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Flipper,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Index,
Intrusion,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Leonard Cohen,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.