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 Denmark and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Popol Vuh to the funk 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Ralphi Rosario,
Aaron Thompson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Searchers,
Bad Manners,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
the Association,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Von Mondo,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Ken Boothe,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.