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 Burundi and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Freddie Wadling,
Trumans Water,
Skaos,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Avey Tare,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Camberwell Now,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faust,
The Associates,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.