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 Luxembourg and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the crunk 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Robert Hood,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Sheep,
Magma,
Skriet,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
The Golliwogs,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
The Misunderstood,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Sonic Youth,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
The Wake,
Tomorrow,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Massinfluence,
Lyres,
Ronnie Foster,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.