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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aswad to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Rufus Thomas,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Hood,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
The Gories,
The Gap Band,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Silicon Teens,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boz Scaggs,
Aloha Tigers,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Henry Cow,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Bush Tetras,
Harry Pussy,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.