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 Angola and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Scan 7 to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Modern Lovers,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
The Martian,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Donald Byrd,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Wally Richardson,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
Leonard Cohen,
L. Decosne,
The Fugs,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.