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 United Kingdom and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Bob Dylan to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Flipper,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Juan Atkins,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
These Immortal Souls,
Duran Duran,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
The Evens,
Gang Green,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
DNA,
The Vogues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
Half Japanese,
T. Rex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
Surgeon,
Ultravox,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Nas,
Intrusion,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.