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 Malta and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Sonics to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Suburban Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
Nils Olav,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
the Germs,
David McCallum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Neu!,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.