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 United Kingdom and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Doors to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Newcleus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
a-ha,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Audionom,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Amazonics,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Flipper,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fortunes,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.