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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Ituana,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skriet,
the Bar-Kays,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Juan Atkins,
Tres Demented,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Wake,
Gong,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Sam Rivers,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.