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 Burundi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tim Buckley,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
Gabor Szabo,
New Order,
Q and Not U,
Cameo,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Echospace,
Faraquet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
Easy Going,
Technova,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cybotron,
Schoolly D,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Dennis Brown,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.