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 Argentina and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Fraelich,
R.M.O.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Technova,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Television Personalities,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Hill,
The Smiths,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.