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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Toni Rubio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Porter Ricks,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marcia Griffiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.