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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Skarface,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sun City Girls,
The Slackers,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
F. McDonald,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brick,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
The Durutti Column,
U.S. Maple,
Andrew Hill,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Neil Young,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warsaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.