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 Namibia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grunge 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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heaven 17,
Loose Ends,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amazonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
Moebius,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Kaleidoscope,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Main Source,
Oneida,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Stockholm Monsters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
The Invisible,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.