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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Todd Terry to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Maleditus Sound,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Stetsasonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
China Crisis,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Hot Snakes,
Boogie Down Productions,
DNA,
Bang On A Can,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
The Fuzztones,
Deepchord,
Donald Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
Susan Cadogan,
The Monochrome Set,
Suburban Knight,
Warsaw,
Chrome,
Intrusion,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.