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 Ireland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
CMW,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Godley & Creme,
D'Angelo,
Sonic Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Tim Buckley,
the Association,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stiv Bators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
The Music Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
DNA,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Audionom,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
Public Enemy,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Reagan Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.