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 Jamaica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
B.T. Express,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Nico,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Little Man,
Rapeman,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
Warsaw,
The Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aswad,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
Monks,
The Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Saccharine Trust,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.