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 Indonesia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
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 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 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Porter Ricks,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deadbeat,
David Axelrod,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Funky Four + One,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
The Music Machine,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ice-T,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
Graham Central Station,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Jacques Brel,
Tears for Fears,
Radio Birdman,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.