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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Darondo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yaz,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Alison Limerick,
Lightning Bolt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Technova,
The J.B.'s,
Heaven 17,
Gang of Four,
The Motions,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Can,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Agitation Free,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.