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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Todd Terry,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Jawbox,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
The Cowsills,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Colin Newman,
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Index,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Scientists,
The Slits,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.