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 San Marino and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Halifax and Milan.
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 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 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 Loose Ends to the disco 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
PIL,
Interpol,
Supertramp,
Mission of Burma,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Mad Mike,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Suicide,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Procol Harum,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Lalann,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.