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 Japan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Bowie to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lungfish,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Japan,
10cc,
Silicon Teens,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick Morgan,
Con Funk Shun,
The Litter,
Tropical Tobacco,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
New Order,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Germs,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Thee Headcoats,
Yaz,
Q65,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.