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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar 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 Severed Heads to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Qualms,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Television,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brand Nubian,
Sarah Menescal,
Severed Heads,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
E-Dancer,
Q65,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Lou Christie,
The Birthday Party,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
Model 500,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.