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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fluxion to the crunk 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
MDC,
ABC,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Michelle Simonal,
the Human League,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Erasure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
Loose Ends,
The Mummies,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.