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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
U.S. Maple,
the Human League,
Franke,
Marmalade,
The J.B.'s,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Reagan Youth,
KRS-One,
Pere Ubu,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Eurythmics,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
H. Thieme,
T.S.O.L.,
Rosa Yemen,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
The Gladiators,
Deadbeat,
10cc,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.