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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Main Source to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Fugazi,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Q and Not U,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
Lindisfarne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Lynne,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
UT,
The Fuzztones,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
The Sonics,
Blancmange,
Bad Manners,
Massinfluence,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.