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 Brazil and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
B.T. Express,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
The Raincoats,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Sister Nancy,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
The Buckinghams,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
The Music Machine,
Patti Smith,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.