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 Latvia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Flipper,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
T. Rex,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Average White Band,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Jeff Mills,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fortunes,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.