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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
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 organ 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
Iggy Pop,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Can,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
The United States of America,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
David McCallum,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Patti Smith,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
JFA,
Ralphi Rosario,
10cc,
Niagra,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Sam Rivers,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Crooked Eye,
Banda Bassotti,
Danielle Patucci,
Mandrill,
Television,
The Human League,
The Names,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.