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 Liechtenstein and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Marine Girls to the dance 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Delta 5,
T.S.O.L.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Camouflage,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
KRS-One,
Index,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Inner City,
Crime,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.