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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Near,
Television,
Skarface,
Basic Channel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gap Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.