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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soulsonic Force to the techno 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Livin' Joy,
Mo-Dettes,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Au Pairs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jacques Brel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sam Rivers,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
The Litter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.