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 Somalia and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
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 synthesizer 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Slave,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Television,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wasted Youth,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
Eve St. Jones,
Trumans Water,
Robert Wyatt,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Crooked Eye,
Piero Umiliani,
The Black Dice,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Leonard Cohen,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Bar-Kays,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
Harpers Bizarre,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.