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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Dead C to the jazz 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
MDC,
Cluster,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Young Rascals,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.