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 Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Pagans,
Don Cherry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Bar-Kays,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Arab on Radar,
Main Source,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David Axelrod,
Quando Quango,
Black Sheep,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Faust,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Bang On A Can,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Pole,
Cluster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
The Litter,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.