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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 John Coltrane to the rap 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Suburban Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Connie Case,
OOIOO,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Inner City,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lightning Bolt,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Porter Ricks,
The Blackbyrds,
Ken Boothe,
Loose Ends,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.