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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
The Cowsills,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ponytail,
Public Enemy,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Animal Collective,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Audionom,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echospace,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.