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 Solomon Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Louis and Bebe Barron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Severed Heads,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
10cc,
Index,
Eddi Front,
DNA,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Bobby Womack,
R.M.O.,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
This Heat,
Freddie Wadling,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.