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 Indonesia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kurtis Blow,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Normal,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swell Maps,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Aloha Tigers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.