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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Agitation Free,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deakin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Selecter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Supertramp,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra,
A Certain Ratio,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
The Monochrome Set,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Stooges,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joensuu 1685,
New York Dolls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Martian,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.