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 Syria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Anakelly,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Scratch Acid,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Faraquet,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Scrapy,
The Slits,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Camouflage,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
The United States of America,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Icehouse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Prince Buster,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.