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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Sonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
The Saints,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
The Martian,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Ornette Coleman,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
DNA,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
The Music Machine,
The Monks,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Rakim,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Cell,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Jandek,
Derrick May,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Camouflage,
Davy DMX,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.