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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Moebius,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amon Düül,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythm & Sound,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dawn Penn,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
the Soft Cell,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Slits,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stiv Bators,
The Velvet Underground,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Flamin' Groovies,
Howard Jones,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.