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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Heaven 17,
Mandrill,
Popol Vuh,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cure,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
AZ,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Saints,
Suicide,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.