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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
PIL,
Lyres,
Robert Görl,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anakelly,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gories,
Yaz,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.