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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Gong,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dennis Brown,
Tim Buckley,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Marc Almond,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
Cameo,
Magma,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Das Ding,
Make Up,
CMW,
L. Decosne,
Brass Construction,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Organ,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Mr. Review,
Parry Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sällskapet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.