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 Honduras and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
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 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now 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 funk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
K-Klass,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Clarke,
Index,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
Anthony Braxton,
June Days,
Soft Machine,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moebius,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Japan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
KRS-One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Make Up,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.