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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Con Funk Shun,
Bush Tetras,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Jerry's Kids,
Faust,
Youth Brigade,
Gabor Szabo,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Womack,
T. Rex,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
Sixth Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Fear,
Scratch Acid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Magma,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultravox,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
The Gun Club,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.