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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hasil Adkins to the rap 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Lower 48,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
The Gladiators,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Wally Richardson,
the Germs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Crooked Eye,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
10cc,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
Alison Limerick,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.