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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
The Saints,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Niagra,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
The Happenings,
Minnie Riperton,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
Accadde A,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
The Star Department,
The Motions,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
48th St. Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Busters,
Panda Bear,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
The Walker Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Cluster,
The Trojans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantaleimon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.