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 Vietnam and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad,
The Count Five,
Mary Jane Girls,
Darondo,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Hashim,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
The Knickerbockers,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
Alison Limerick,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronnie Foster,
Television,
Siglo XX,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
The Kinks,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.