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 Ghana and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Absolute Body Control,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sällskapet,
The Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agitation Free,
Traffic Nightmare,
Section 25,
Radio Birdman,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.