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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Reed & Metallica 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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Pere Ubu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hashim,
Shoche,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
The Buckinghams,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Kool Moe Dee,
Leonard Cohen,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Trumans Water,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Amon Düül,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.