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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ultra Naté,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Joyce Sims,
Youth Brigade,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
The Toasters,
Khruangbin,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Lakeside,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Eric Dolphy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
Japan,
Ossler,
10cc,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.