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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 EPMD to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Barracudas,
The Misunderstood,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Kas Product,
Scientists,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
The Gap Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Niagra,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Halsall,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lyres,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.