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 Bhutan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
MDC,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Model 500,
Urselle,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
EPMD,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
Gichy Dan,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
Goldenarms,
the Bar-Kays,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
cv313,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.