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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Q and Not U to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Martian,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Last Poets,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Knickerbockers,
Animal Collective,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
The Cramps,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.