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 Russia and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
F. McDonald,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
Lalann,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cameo,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Schoolly D,
Laurel Aitken,
Anakelly,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Pylon,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.