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 Ethiopia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Toni Rubio,
Joyce Sims,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Bill Wells,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Faust,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
LL Cool J,
The Victims,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.