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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Patti Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sound,
Ituana,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
R.M.O.,
Pere Ubu,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
CMW,
Technova,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.