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 Morocco and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Masters at Work,
The Martian,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gun Club,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Ituana,
Steve Hackett,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Interpol,
Gong,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.