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 Botswana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kevin Saunderson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Organ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gun Club,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Ohio Players,
The Kinks,
Nirvana,
Oneida,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Colin Newman,
Zero Boys,
Skarface,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
Byron Stingily,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Schoolly D,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Faust,
The Detroit Cobras,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
The Martian,
Gong,
Television,
John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Moby Grape,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.