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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Das Ding,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
The Associates,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Jawbox,
Cal Tjader,
CMW,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Rapeman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Amon Düül II,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Urselle,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Steve Hackett,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.