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 Somalia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
kango's stein massive,
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
World's Most,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scientists,
Wings,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Gabor Szabo,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Radio Birdman,
Yazoo,
Fear,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Move,
Pole,
Josef K,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Hoover,
The Stooges,
The Martian,
Graham Central Station,
The Modern Lovers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Malaria!,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.