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 Cyprus and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Joyce Sims,
Stetsasonic,
The Young Rascals,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faraquet,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Youth Brigade,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maurizio,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Byrd,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smoke,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.