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 Lesotho and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Yusef Lateef to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quantec,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Man Parrish,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
The Music Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
The Doors,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fad Gadget,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
E-Dancer,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
The Selecter,
Eden Ahbez,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Jacob Miller,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Unwound,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.