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 Malawi and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Ice-T,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Wally Richardson,
Pierre Henry,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Eurythmics,
Lalann,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Joe Smooth,
Cameo,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eden Ahbez,
The Wake,
Bobby Womack,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Make Up,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.