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 Cyprus and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Crash Course in Science to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Barry Ungar,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
R.M.O.,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Mo-Dettes,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alton Ellis,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.