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 Uganda and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Todd Rundgren to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Audionom,
Babytalk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Skriet,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Womack,
The Vogues,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Agent Orange,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Neil Young,
Depeche Mode,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.