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 Samoa and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ponytail to the jazz 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe 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 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
The Velvet Underground,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Funky Four + One,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
Suburban Knight,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.