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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Sparks,
10cc,
F. McDonald,
Skarface,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tom Boy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Osbourne,
Glenn Branca,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
David Bowie,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
The Durutti Column,
L. Decosne,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sällskapet,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.