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 Nigeria and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Monolake,
Hoover,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
EPMD,
Isaac Hayes,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Angry Samoans,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Gabor Szabo,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
L. Decosne,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
The Techniques,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Ice-T,
Gichy Dan,
Royal Trux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
Minor Threat,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.