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 Sierra Leone and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Dual Sessions,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
The Velvet Underground,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blancmange,
Scratch Acid,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Sam Rivers,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Zeros,
Procol Harum,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
Oneida,
John Cale,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.