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 Israel and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Panda Bear to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
Quantec,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
The Mojo Men,
The Blackbyrds,
Wings,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Heaven 17,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Blues Magoos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Groovy Waters,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
MDC,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Duran Duran,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Inner City,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Pylon,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.