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 Kazakhstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Smoke 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Absolute Body Control,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Howard Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
One Last Wish,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
Sparks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.