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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
AZ,
Rotary Connection,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
Darondo,
This Heat,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Grauzone,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.