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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Morten Harket to the dance 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
June of 44,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bob Dylan,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Stetsasonic,
Yellowson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Ludus,
Minutemen,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Y Pants,
Dawn Penn,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.