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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
Gregory Isaacs,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Technova,
The American Breed,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
The Durutti Column,
Faust,
Kayak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Scion,
Marine Girls,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rod Modell,
Qualms,
Minor Threat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quadrant,
Slave,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.