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 Costa Rica and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the dance 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joy Division,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Anthony Braxton,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Janne Schatter,
Fad Gadget,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Ronan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mark Hollis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.