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 Ivory Coast and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Doors,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Circle Jerks,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Monolake,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amazonics,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
David Bowie,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Cybotron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Neu!,
The Sonics,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Connie Case,
Crash Course in Science,
Index,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Buckinghams,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.