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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New York Dolls,
The Selecter,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Pharoah Sanders,
Isaac Hayes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maurizio,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Yellowson,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.