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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blake Baxter,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.