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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Ossler,
D'Angelo,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
Jerry's Kids,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Bill Wells,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Tremeloes,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Alison Limerick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.