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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 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 Ronnie Foster to the techno 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
The Barracudas,
Supertramp,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Lower 48,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
Sarah Menescal,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
LL Cool J,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Basic Channel,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.