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 Netherlands and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Gladiators to the grunge 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deepchord,
Parry Music,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
Minor Threat,
Spoonie Gee,
Ten City,
The Fire Engines,
Sight & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
The New Christs,
Kas Product,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
New Order,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Absolute Body Control,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Ohio Players,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Move,
Henry Cow,
Ice-T,
Frankie Knuckles,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.