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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Derrick Morgan,
Minor Threat,
Monolake,
Rotary Connection,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Bobby Byrd,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Move,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.