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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
China Crisis,
OOIOO,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Ken Boothe,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Saccharine Trust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Alphaville,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scratch Acid,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
David Bowie,
Wings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
LL Cool J,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Harry Pussy,
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.