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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 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 The Gladiators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Can,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Axelrod,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Q and Not U,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Lydon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Massinfluence,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.