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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Underground Resistance,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
The Pretty Things,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Au Pairs,
Mr. Review,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
June of 44,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Simply Red,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.