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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Freddie Wadling,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
R.M.O.,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Neon Judgement,
X-102,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Model 500,
Khruangbin,
Drexciya,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.