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 Norway and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Last Poets to the funk 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Heaven 17,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
New Age Steppers,
JFA,
Newcleus,
Urselle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
Goldenarms,
B.T. Express,
Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Dawn Penn,
Ken Boothe,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Sun Ra,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Aaron Thompson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.