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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Half Japanese,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Toni Rubio,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
cv313,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
The Evens,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.