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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 Ken Boothe to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris Corsano,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mantronix,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Marshall Jefferson,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.