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 Tajikistan and from Edmonton.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
The Gap Band,
Yaz,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Zeros,
Deakin,
the Bar-Kays,
Connie Case,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Doors,
Eric Copeland,
Albert Ayler,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
The Standells,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.