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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Roxy Music to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantytec,
Quadrant,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Mills,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Rapeman,
Kaleidoscope,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deadbeat,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
DNA,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Little Man,
David McCallum,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.