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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Schoolly D to the techno 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Mars,
Skaos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joensuu 1685,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Scan 7,
Pylon,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scientists,
The Count Five,
Idris Muhammad,
Blancmange,
Stiv Bators,
Maurizio,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.