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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
the Germs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Thompson Twins,
Arthur Verocai,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.