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 Vanuatu and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Marcia Griffiths,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chrome,
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scrapy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Fraelich,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Goldenarms,
Sparks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
K-Klass,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Bobby Womack,
The Blues Magoos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Tropical Tobacco,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.