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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ 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 Jeru the Damaja to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Bluetip,
Eddi Front,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
The Fugs,
Brand Nubian,
Siglo XX,
The Motions,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
Ituana,
Skaos,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
X-101,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Hood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deakin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantaleimon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.