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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
This Heat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Supertramp,
Buzzcocks,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Terry,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Silicon Teens,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
Connie Case,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.