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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Yaz,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Massinfluence,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Japan,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
UT,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
Minutemen,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Banda Bassotti,
Depeche Mode,
Ossler,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.