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 Grenada and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Wolf Eyes,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Judy Mowatt,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jacques Brel,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.