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 Romania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
CMW,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
X-101,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Ronan,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Arcadia,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.