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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
The Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Mark Hollis,
Bizarre Inc.,
June of 44,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
D'Angelo,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
Jacob Miller,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.