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 Korea South and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monks,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
Sixth Finger,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
EPMD,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Tim Buckley,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.