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 Macedonia and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Derrick Morgan to the punk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
MC5,
The Names,
Alice Coltrane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
The Five Americans,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Avey Tare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Andrew Hill,
Mo-Dettes,
Terry Callier,
Adolescents,
The Wake,
The Monks,
T.S.O.L.,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.