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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the marimba 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Prunes,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Bob Dylan,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Bill Wells,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.