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 Nicaragua and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Modern Lovers to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Niagra,
Nik Kershaw,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q65,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Aural Exciters,
ABC,
Urselle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Echospace,
The Slits,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lungfish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.