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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Byron Stingily to the grunge 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skarface,
Sandy B,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
The American Breed,
Camberwell Now,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Trumans Water,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
MC5,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Coltrane,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
Big Daddy Kane,
UT,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.