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 the UAE and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ten City to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Victims,
The Golliwogs,
This Heat,
Dave Gahan,
Mars,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
Excepter,
DNA,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cheater Slicks,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.