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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Animal Collective to the rap 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Five Americans,
Stetsasonic,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Ornette Coleman,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nik Kershaw,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Mad Mike,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doobie Brothers,
Yaz,
Ituana,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Los Fastidios,
The Human League,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Scratch Acid,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Halsall,
Minnie Riperton,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
The New Christs,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.