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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Whodini to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bob Dylan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arab on Radar,
Scientists,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funky Four + One,
the Swans,
Junior Murvin,
The Gap Band,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Das Ding,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
The Divine Comedy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Smiths,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
Harry Pussy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Negative Approach,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Pole,
Wolf Eyes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Flash Fearless,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.