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 Mexico and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
Bauhaus,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
Monolake,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Prince Buster,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.