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 Korea South and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mantronix,
Lucky Dragons,
Lindisfarne,
The Misunderstood,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
Stetsasonic,
The J.B.'s,
Schoolly D,
Hashim,
Cybotron,
Sugar Minott,
Anakelly,
Magma,
Mr. Review,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Franke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
John Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.