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 Equatorial Guinea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
Barrington Levy,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Andrew Hill,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
Scan 7,
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.