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 Serbia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
The New Christs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Althea and Donna,
The Gun Club,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
The Durutti Column,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Eddi Front,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Rekid,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.