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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Con Funk Shun to the grime 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unrelated Segments,
Pussy Galore,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Young Marble Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
U.S. Maple,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Main Source,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.