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 Kenya and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
Massinfluence,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mission of Burma,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.