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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 David Axelrod to the rock 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Rotary Connection,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
EPMD,
Depeche Mode,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Faraquet,
Tubeway Army,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Arab on Radar,
The Count Five,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
The Last Poets,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Anthony Braxton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Christie,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.