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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson to the funk 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Nation of Ulysses,
EPMD,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Joy Division,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Symarip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
The Associates,
JFA,
Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Masters at Work,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hoover,
The Motions,
Stetsasonic,
Wings,
The Martian,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Magma,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.