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 Mauritius and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hot Snakes,
Intrusion,
Flash Fearless,
Smog,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Big Daddy Kane,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Faraquet,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Lakeside,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kenny Larkin,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Von Mondo,
Arab on Radar,
Joy Division,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.