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 Costa Rica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 David Axelrod to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Sällskapet,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Nas,
Sight & Sound,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Fugazi,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Darondo,
Josef K,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
The Vogues,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.