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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Kurtis Blow to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dirtbombs,
Delta 5,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
The Leaves,
Blancmange,
Ossler,
the Germs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marmalade,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yellowson,
Hashim,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
Josef K,
The Searchers,
Rakim,
Technova,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
David Axelrod,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Clear Light,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.