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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris Corsano to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Absolute Body Control,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Nick Fraelich,
Skarface,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
Franke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Outsiders,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
The Vogues,
Henry Cow,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
Nas,
Technova,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Lungfish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Monochrome Set,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.