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 Seychelles and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Curtis Mayfield to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet 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 a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June Days,
Jeff Mills,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New Age Steppers,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Idris Muhammad,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
The Blackbyrds,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
MDC,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Agent Orange,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.