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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joe Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donny Hathaway,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
The Barracudas,
Sound Behaviour,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
Reagan Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Boredoms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Average White Band,
Nas,
John Cale,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arthur Verocai,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.