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 Turkey and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Count Five to the grunge 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Kayak,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ludus,
Magma,
Scott Walker,
Theoretical Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soulsonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Howard Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Leaves,
Babytalk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barry Ungar,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.