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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Osbourne,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Newcleus,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moody Blues,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Sherman,
Porter Ricks,
a-ha,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Susan Cadogan,
Gong,
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.