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 Slovenia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Mummies to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Aswad,
The Dead C,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Terry Callier,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Monks,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Wells,
Todd Rundgren,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
Pantaleimon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Sugar Minott,
Glenn Branca,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Alison Limerick,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
The Invisible,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.