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 Vanuatu and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Piero Umiliani to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joe Smooth,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Eddi Front,
Wolf Eyes,
T. Rex,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Evens,
Clear Light,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Sällskapet,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Mark Hollis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Model 500,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.