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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the grunge 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Durutti Column,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Au Pairs,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Chris Corsano,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Judy Mowatt,
The Last Poets,
Blake Baxter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Das Ding,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Faraquet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Dolphy,
Bush Tetras,
Rotary Connection,
The Remains,
UT,
Pole,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Pierre Henry,
Prince Buster,
Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Model 500,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.