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 Taiwan and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine 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?
Saccharine Trust,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Sherman,
Michelle Simonal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Schoolly D,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Khruangbin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
New Order,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.