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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 Lower 48 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Bauhaus,
Alison Limerick,
F. McDonald,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Roger Hodgson,
Charles Mingus,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Tim Buckley,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ohio Players,
The Saints,
Pierre Henry,
Altered Images,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aswad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.