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 Palau and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques 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?
the Slits,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Model 500,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
ABC,
The Slits,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Black Sheep,
Peter & Gordon,
Fad Gadget,
Buzzcocks,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Agitation Free,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Slave,
a-ha,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Idris Muhammad,
Supertramp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Technova,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.