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 Australia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Boz Scaggs to the crunk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aloha Tigers,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Magazine,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.