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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Smooth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Mad Mike,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
The Associates,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eden Ahbez,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Fatback Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.