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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Kas Product to the techno 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
John Holt,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Au Pairs,
Yusef Lateef,
Spandau Ballet,
Lindisfarne,
Ice-T,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.