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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dirtbombs,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
The Last Poets,
Deepchord,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masters at Work,
The Toasters,
Liliput,
Roy Ayers,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
The Doors,
Mission of Burma,
Brothers Johnson,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
Arthur Verocai,
Gabor Szabo,
Rufus Thomas,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Outsiders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
The Detroit Cobras,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.