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 Grenada and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the rap 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Faraquet,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Skriet,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ten City,
Quantec,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Spoonie Gee,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Desert Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.