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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Gregory Isaacs,
Laurel Aitken,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Flipper,
Josef K,
10cc,
JFA,
Kenny Larkin,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Clear Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Todd Rundgren,
Harry Pussy,
The Knickerbockers,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Moebius,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Man Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.