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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
ABC,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Eric Dolphy,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
The Standells,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Invisible,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.