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 Kiribati and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
E-Dancer,
Erykah Badu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Alarm Clocks,
This Heat,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Motions,
Judy Mowatt,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Von Mondo,
Black Pus,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
Deakin,
Scion,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.