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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Brass Construction,
Yusef Lateef,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Absolute Body Control,
Darondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fela Kuti,
Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
Y Pants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Delta 5,
Pantaleimon,
Panda Bear,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
CMW,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
Glenn Branca,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.