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 Cape Verde and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sister Nancy,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Y Pants,
Surgeon,
Joyce Sims,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Derrick Morgan,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
The Offenders,
Hashim,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Knickerbockers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Icehouse,
Minutemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.