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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 The Cowsills to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Altered Images,
The Dead C,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Velvet Underground,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Gong,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
Circle Jerks,
Mr. Review,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deadbeat,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
David Axelrod,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kenny Larkin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.