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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Radio Birdman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Donald Byrd,
Suicide,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
Loose Ends,
It's A Beautiful Day,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Camberwell Now,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Y Pants,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Rekid,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
Funkadelic,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.