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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
LL Cool J,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Deakin,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wolf Eyes,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fortunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
Ronnie Foster,
Skaos,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
June of 44,
The Move,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Ultravox,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sandy B,
Matthew Bourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.