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 Liberia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
DJ Style,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Raincoats,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Sparks,
Eden Ahbez,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Nirvana,
Charles Mingus,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Quadrant,
Faust,
The Leaves,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Bang On A Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.