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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Bauhaus,
Marc Almond,
Tim Buckley,
MC5,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
B.T. Express,
The Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
The Five Americans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Pus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
D'Angelo,
Ultra Naté,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Görl,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.