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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
X-101,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
Visage,
Brick,
Shoche,
Alice Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Swans,
Lalann,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
John Foxx,
Severed Heads,
Cybotron,
One Last Wish,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Altered Images,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiohead,
Thompson Twins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.