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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 The Cure to the funk 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Simply Red,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Harmonia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Pantytec,
Brick,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Grass Roots,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
The Golliwogs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.