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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Arab on Radar,
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
The Mummies,
Marvin Gaye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Al Stewart,
Masters at Work,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
Skarface,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skaos,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Dark Day,
Tom Boy,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Nick Fraelich,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick Morgan,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moby Grape,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.