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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
New Order,
The Last Poets,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minnie Riperton,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deepchord,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Nirvana,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Marvin Gaye,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
Camouflage,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Shoche,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.