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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
Oblivians,
Robert Görl,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
Johnny Clarke,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Anthony Braxton,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Subhumans,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
Cymande,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.