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 Barbados and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Kas Product to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Slave,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
The Toasters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zero Boys,
Procol Harum,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
The Fugs,
The Busters,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.