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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Five Americans to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ponytail,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
X-102,
Television Personalities,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blackbyrds,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
Young Marble Giants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Bauhaus,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.