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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Funkadelic to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Second Layer,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Scrapy,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Anakelly,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Lungfish,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.