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 Nepal and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Desert Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
The Busters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Simply Red,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Peter & Gordon,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bush Tetras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fall,
June of 44,
Fatback Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Metal Thangz,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick Morgan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
The Fugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Little Man,
Flipper,
X-102,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.