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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
Zapp,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arcadia,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slave,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
The Searchers,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.