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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Radio Birdman,
The Slackers,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Steve Hackett,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
Wasted Youth,
The Smoke,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Alice Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Fuzztones,
Intrusion,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
the Human League,
Ornette Coleman,
Pulsallama,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.