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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Outsiders 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Infiniti,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
DNA,
Visage,
Camberwell Now,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Ponytail,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.