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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Spandau Ballet,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Scrapy,
Donald Byrd,
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Sight & Sound,
The Associates,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Pantytec,
Index,
Banda Bassotti,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
The Misunderstood,
Peter and Kerry,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Loose Ends,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.