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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pole to the jazz 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Ice-T,
Lalann,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Walker Brothers,
Lindisfarne,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Bobby Sherman,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Wire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Grass Roots,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Erasure,
Inner City,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.