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 Burkina and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rock 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
The Invisible,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
The Move,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiohead,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris & Cosey,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
EPMD,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.