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 Micronesia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
The Barracudas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
Cluster,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Television Personalities,
Blake Baxter,
Godley & Creme,
T.S.O.L.,
Japan,
Shoche,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Coltrane,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Sandy B,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slits,
Fugazi,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Iggy Pop,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.