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 Macedonia and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the punk 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
a-ha,
Eli Mardock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
Funky Four + One,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Judy Mowatt,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Q65,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Smog,
The Music Machine,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
the Association,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.