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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Rapeman,
The Doors,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column,
Radio Birdman,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Skatalites,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Hoover,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Deakin,
Pussy Galore,
Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Altered Images,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Buzzcocks,
Neil Young,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
Banda Bassotti,
Dead Boys,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Matthew Halsall,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.