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 Botswana and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Nico,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.