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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Make Up,
Slave,
Visage,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
Zapp,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers,
Porter Ricks,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Harry Pussy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Maurizio,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.