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 Oman and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Music Machine to the grunge 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma 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?
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blancmange,
Groovy Waters,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Morten Harket,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Rundgren,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kayak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
OOIOO,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
Intrusion,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Fluxion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.