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 Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Adolescents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
The Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fall,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Darondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Human League,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Black Dice,
Terrestrial Tones,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.