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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Eli Mardock to the disco 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Darondo,
Tommy Roe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Danielle Patucci,
Chrome,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Clear Light,
Liliput,
Arab on Radar,
Gang Green,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.