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 Libya and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
T. Rex,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Crime,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Mars,
the Germs,
Subhumans,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül II,
Toni Rubio,
Black Moon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Bronski Beat,
Fugazi,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun City Girls,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Residents,
Pantaleimon,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Popol Vuh,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.