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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Khruangbin,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Visage,
Wings,
Gang Green,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
The Music Machine,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
Lindisfarne,
The United States of America,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.