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 Papua New Guinea and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cecil Taylor to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Terrestrial Tones,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Eric Dolphy,
Shoche,
Tom Boy,
Popol Vuh,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joensuu 1685,
X-101,
The Dead C,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Faust,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
The Count Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Organ,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.