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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the rap 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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Wasted Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Stereo Dub,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Man Eating Sloth,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
Kas Product,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Subhumans,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.