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 Zambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiohead,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Isaac Hayes,
Von Mondo,
Jacques Brel,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Pierre Henry,
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.