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 Slovenia and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
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 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 Anakelly to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Lynne,
Nirvana,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Hill,
Thee Headcoats,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Hashim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Seeds,
A Certain Ratio,
Hardrive,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Newcleus,
Monks,
Alphaville,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.