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 China and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reuben Wilson to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gregory Isaacs,
Public Enemy,
The Kinks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
John Holt,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
The Monks,
Slave,
ABBA,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
Alphaville,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Sherman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.