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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Pretty Things to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Smog,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The Leaves,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Marvin Gaye,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minor Threat,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Charles Mingus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Goldenarms,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
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.