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 Colombia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Massinfluence,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
X-101,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Parry Music,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
Eve St. Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.