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 United States and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Half Japanese,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
Fear,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
The Moleskins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Deadbeat,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Swans,
Funkadelic,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
The Techniques,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.