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 Bahamas and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Moebius,
Lalann,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Blake Baxter,
Ice-T,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
48th St. Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Skriet,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.