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 Portugal and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ultra Naté to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Half Japanese,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Terry,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Marc Almond,
Symarip,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
Wire,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultravox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
the Slits,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Joe Smooth,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.