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 Comoros and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Anthony Braxton to the disco 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Toasters,
Blancmange,
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Moebius,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Intrusion,
Gong,
The Cowsills,
Popol Vuh,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Rites of Spring,
Sun City Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Sam Rivers,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Ronnie Foster,
Ponytail,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Ronan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.