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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eden Ahbez,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sixth Finger,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Zapp,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Lou Christie,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Invisible,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Metal Thangz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.