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 Madagascar 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Groovy Waters,
Alice Coltrane,
LL Cool J,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lucky Dragons,
Zapp,
Intrusion,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Gang Green,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Echospace,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Al Stewart,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül II,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
8 Eyed Spy,
Cymande,
The Leaves,
Freddie Wadling,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.