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 Vietnam and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Donny Hathaway,
Kevin Saunderson,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Con Funk Shun,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
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The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Association,
Matthew Halsall,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Stiv Bators,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.