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 Solomon Islands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Robert Wyatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Barbara Tucker,
Idris Muhammad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Schoolly D,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mandrill,
Thee Headcoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
A Certain Ratio,
Jandek,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Slick Rick,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
Hashim,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.