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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Model 500 to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Bananas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Patti Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Bootsy Collins,
Silicon Teens,
Dual Sessions,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
The Knickerbockers,
Zapp,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
Freddie Wadling,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Sällskapet,
Banda Bassotti,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
Jacques Brel,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.