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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Shoche to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quantec,
Pagans,
John Lydon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Henry Cow,
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Cybotron,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Model 500,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
X-102,
AZ,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.