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 Madagascar 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sällskapet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
The Associates,
Q65,
Brand Nubian,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
the Association,
The Wake,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Lyres,
cv313,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Malaria!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jacob Miller,
Wally Richardson,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Lower 48,
Negative Approach,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.