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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anthony Braxton,
Yellowson,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Maurizio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.