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 Haiti 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tommy Roe,
The Vogues,
Pylon,
Visage,
Lindisfarne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Franke,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Sexual Harrassment,
Procol Harum,
Alice Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Television Personalities,
Simply Red,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.