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 Nepal and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
DNA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pole,
The Young Rascals,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Rapeman,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
The Martian,
Bluetip,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Aloha Tigers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Jeff Lynne,
Mars,
Goldenarms,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Guru Guru,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Saints,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.