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 Namibia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rap 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
Terry Callier,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang of Four,
The Divine Comedy,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Christie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Newcleus,
John Holt,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
ABBA,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Echospace,
Television Personalities,
Big Daddy Kane,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronan,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Icehouse,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
a-ha,
Colin Newman,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.