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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Essential Logic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Drexciya,
The Five Americans,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Los Fastidios,
The Last Poets,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.