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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
Pussy Galore,
Josef K,
Laurel Aitken,
Faust,
The Slits,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Guru Guru,
Roxette,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Derrick May,
Scion,
AZ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
K-Klass,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.