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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Eric Copeland,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Evens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Dark Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
the Bar-Kays,
Donald Byrd,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.