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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cybotron,
Q65,
Pantytec,
AZ,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Sonics,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Rotary Connection,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
FM Einheit,
48th St. Collective,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bad Manners,
The Mojo Men,
Tres Demented,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Essential Logic,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
L. Decosne,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Lydon,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Patti Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Niagra,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.