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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Pus,
ABC,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
KRS-One,
Quantec,
Roy Ayers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
The Smoke,
The Stooges,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cramps,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Slits,
the Association,
T. Rex,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.