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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fluxion,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Severed Heads,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quando Quango,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
The Martian,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liliput,
Bad Manners,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
The Pop Group,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.