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 Germany and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Unrelated Segments to the grime 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Mr. Review,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dead C,
Slick Rick,
Das Ding,
Circle Jerks,
Mark Hollis,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hoover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Warren Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.