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 Mauritius and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Monks,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Shuggie Otis,
Cal Tjader,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Metal Thangz,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Stereo Dub,
The Busters,
Niagra,
Cameo,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.