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 Macedonia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Basic Channel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Dorothy Ashby,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
New Age Steppers,
Minutemen,
Ituana,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
Patti Smith,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.