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 Latvia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the dance 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-102,
Supertramp,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Rundgren,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
the Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Procol Harum,
David Axelrod,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.