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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nils Olav,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Cymande,
Lower 48,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
John Cale,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
The Martian,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
Nico,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Severed Heads,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.