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 Switzerland and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Symarip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
E-Dancer,
The Velvet Underground,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Lee Hazlewood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
T.S.O.L.,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
The Cure,
Niagra,
The Shadows of Knight,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Roy Ayers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tommy Roe,
June Days,
Gong,
Aloha Tigers,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Anthony Braxton,
Clear Light,
AZ,
Harmonia,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Tears for Fears,
Roger Hodgson,
Steve Hackett,
The Smiths,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.