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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Con Funk Shun to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Fat Boys,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
The Index,
The Skatalites,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
The Young Rascals,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
This Heat,
The Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
The Monks,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Agitation Free,
Mantronix,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Technova,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.