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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Glenn Branca,
Model 500,
Max Romeo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scott Walker,
Cybotron,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slave,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Stiv Bators,
Moebius,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Main Source,
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.