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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Faraquet to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Wings,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flash Fearless,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warren Ellis,
Section 25,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Birthday Party,
Charles Mingus,
Sonny Sharrock,
PIL,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.