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 Turkmenistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swell Maps to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Altered Images,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Arthur Verocai,
Unrelated Segments,
Morten Harket,
The Golliwogs,
Erasure,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Monks,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Masters at Work,
Letta Mbulu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Technova,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.