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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rod Modell,
China Crisis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
Funkadelic,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Joensuu 1685,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
Outsiders,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.