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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ituana,
Donald Byrd,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
The Knickerbockers,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.