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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Saccharine Trust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
The Pretty Things,
Depeche Mode,
Second Layer,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aswad,
Yaz,
Idris Muhammad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Rapeman,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Moody Blues,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
The Red Krayola,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Soul II Soul,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Chris Corsano,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.