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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boz Scaggs to the grunge 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Doors,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Vogues,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Isaac Hayes,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Don Cherry,
The Cure,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Mills,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Ten City,
The Gun Club,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.