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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gong,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Parry Music,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Todd Rundgren,
The Index,
Sparks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Alton Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Patti Smith,
Model 500,
the Human League,
Bad Manners,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
The Red Krayola,
Gang Starr,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.