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 Nepal and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Lou Reed 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 F. McDonald to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
Lou Reed,
Scion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Mills,
Ralphi Rosario,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Severed Heads,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Lindisfarne,
Essential Logic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
DJ Sneak,
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
The Gories,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grauzone,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Roxette,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Mars,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.