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 Dominican Republic and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Vladislav Delay,
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blossom Toes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Accadde A,
Con Funk Shun,
Ponytail,
Tommy Roe,
Aloha Tigers,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Hashim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Niagra,
AZ,
MDC,
Fear,
Deadbeat,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.