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 Mali and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Shoche to the jazz 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABBA,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
The Busters,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
The Motions,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Jeff Lynne,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Intrusion,
Smog,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.