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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Josef K to the dance 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Moebius,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Depeche Mode,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Names,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Royal Trux,
John Coltrane,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.