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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Von Mondo,
DJ Style,
Second Layer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Mars,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yazoo,
Wings,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
ABBA,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.