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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Pole,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Danielle Patucci,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Order,
Monolake,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.