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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 X-102 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Excepter,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quadrant,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Monolake,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
Suicide,
The Associates,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
Cecil Taylor,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultravox,
Cameo,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
ABBA,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.