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 Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the techno 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 Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Freddie Wadling,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Clear Light,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.