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 Liechtenstein and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Maurizio,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ossler,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Hood,
Donny Hathaway,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
Procol Harum,
The Motions,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Flipper,
Mad Mike,
Rosa Yemen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Schoolly D,
Youth Brigade,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.