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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agent Orange,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
The Motions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minor Threat,
Bill Near,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Hoover,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
Technova,
Gichy Dan,
The Monks,
Television,
Liliput,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Michelle Simonal,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Dennis Brown,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.