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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Quadrant to the rock 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Ponytail,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Yaz,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
Underground Resistance,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Erykah Badu,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Television,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boredoms,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drexciya,
a-ha,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.