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 Papua New Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Young Rascals to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The American Breed,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Index,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wally Richardson,
Pagans,
Blancmange,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kaleidoscope,
Technova,
Crime,
Pere Ubu,
Nico,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.