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 Guyana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Zapp,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.