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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blossom Toes to the dance 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
OOIOO,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
Wire,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet,
Minutemen,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Sandy B,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Loose Ends,
Terry Callier,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
X-101,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Crooked Eye,
Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.