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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Symarip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Dennis Brown,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Jandek,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.