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 Montenegro and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Sarah Menescal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Massinfluence,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sex Pistols,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Andrew Hill,
Easy Going,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
The Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Japan,
Gang Starr,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.