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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Donald Byrd,
Ronnie Foster,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Tears for Fears,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Outsiders,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
Fluxion,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Neu!,
Electric Prunes,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rufus Thomas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Althea and Donna,
Minny Pops,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
H. Thieme,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Funkadelic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
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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.