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 Austria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Bobby Womack to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Derrick Morgan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Doors,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nirvana,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Josef K,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cameo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Gories,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
James White and The Blacks,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Barbara Tucker,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
The Mummies,
The Divine Comedy,
Rosa Yemen,
Qualms,
Section 25,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Faust,
Robert Görl,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Cymande,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.