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 Malta and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
The Monochrome Set,
Basic Channel,
Pantaleimon,
The Five Americans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
K-Klass,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Eric Dolphy,
The Wake,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Don Cherry,
10cc,
Sugar Minott,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mars,
Josef K,
David Bowie,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.