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 India and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 The Index to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mojo Men,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aaron Thompson,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Joe Finger,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Minnie Riperton,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Victims,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Neil Young,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Christie,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.