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 Maldives and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Das Ding,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
UT,
Camouflage,
The Barracudas,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Zero Boys,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
Siglo XX,
KRS-One,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.