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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Half Japanese,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Joy Division,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
New Order,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Jandek,
The Victims,
PIL,
the Bar-Kays,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
The Gories,
X-102,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
Wire,
The Black Dice,
Suicide,
Sonic Youth,
The Leaves,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.