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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 organ 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
OOIOO,
Mantronix,
Marshall Jefferson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Janne Schatter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mark Hollis,
Morten Harket,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Maurizio,
Darondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Aural Exciters,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.