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 Cambodia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 D'Angelo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oneida,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Tres Demented,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Alice Coltrane,
the Germs,
The Sonics,
Pagans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.