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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter & Gordon to the jazz 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
10cc,
The Young Rascals,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Wolf Eyes,
Altered Images,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
The Sound,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
The Stooges,
Average White Band,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Neu!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.