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 Peru and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the organ 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
Gong,
Al Stewart,
The Durutti Column,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Todd Terry,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
LL Cool J,
CMW,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
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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.