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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
Soft Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Mars,
The J.B.'s,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
The Moleskins,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Golliwogs,
The Cramps,
The Divine Comedy,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.