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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
Skarface,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
X-102,
The Trojans,
Lightning Bolt,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
Tears for Fears,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
The Human League,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Joe Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Can,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Normal,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.