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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the disco 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pagans,
Kas Product,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Searchers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Henry Cow,
The Invisible,
The Moleskins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Index,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Görl,
The Vogues,
Brand Nubian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Connie Case,
Pylon,
Scott Walker,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
D'Angelo,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.