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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Brand Nubian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Pussy Galore,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
The Martian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sparks,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Loose Ends,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Ossler,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.