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 Angola and from Winnipeg.
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 Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gabor Szabo to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Shadows of Knight,
Man Parrish,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Black Flag,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
Moby Grape,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
F. McDonald,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.