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 Croatia and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Fad Gadget to the crunk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Babytalk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeff Lynne,
Lakeside,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Kayak,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Marvin Gaye,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Tom Boy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Loose Ends,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.