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 Poland and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Fuzztones,
Agent Orange,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
Chris & Cosey,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Danielle Patucci,
Soulsonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
K-Klass,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quadrant,
Symarip,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Eve St. Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.