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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Leaves to the punk 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lakeside,
ABBA,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Severed Heads,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Wings,
Don Cherry,
Rod Modell,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Gang Green,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Piero Umiliani,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Roxy Music,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.