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 Paraguay and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
10cc,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Derrick May,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Buckinghams,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Agitation Free,
Carl Craig,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Robert Görl,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tim Buckley,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.