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 Belize and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sugar Minott to the techno 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Black Dice,
Hoover,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Rapeman,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Shoche,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Con Funk Shun,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Pulsallama,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Bush Tetras,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.