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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 June of 44 to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Qualms,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Terry,
LL Cool J,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
Stereo Dub,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Shoche,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Sister Nancy,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Litter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Velvet Underground,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Alphaville,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.