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 Swaziland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moody Blues to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roxette,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Lyres,
Junior Murvin,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Aloha Tigers,
Shuggie Otis,
Oneida,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantaleimon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.