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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crime,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Steve Hackett,
The Grass Roots,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Judy Mowatt,
Slave,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Max Romeo,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
The Invisible,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
D'Angelo,
The Cure,
Graham Central Station,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.