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 Korea South and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Royal Trux,
Blossom Toes,
Juan Atkins,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Mr. Review,
Dave Gahan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blake Baxter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.