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 United Kingdom and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Nils Olav to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
The Motions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Agitation Free,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barry Ungar,
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
Unrelated Segments,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.