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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
B.T. Express,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Yazoo,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vainqueur,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
The Remains,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Deakin,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Beau Brummels,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.