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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
LL Cool J,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Eurythmics,
Can,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Connie Case,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Skriet,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Deakin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Junior Murvin,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Q and Not U,
Yusef Lateef,
OOIOO,
CMW,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Donny Hathaway,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.