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 Greece and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 D'Angelo to the rap 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Wings,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
The Martian,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vainqueur,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.