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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Tremeloes to the grunge 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Newcleus,
Visage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Sight & Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Move,
Monks,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Erykah Badu,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.