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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Motorama,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Ohio Players,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Wings,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.