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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Zeros to the jazz 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
UT,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Wyatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amazonics,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra,
Motorama,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Shoche,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Easy Going,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
John Cale,
The Evens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.