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 Mauritania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Nick Fraelich to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pretty Things,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spoonie Gee,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Todd Terry,
Lower 48,
Skarface,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Dennis Brown,
Lakeside,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Moss Icon,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed,
Khruangbin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
The Seeds,
The Move,
Panda Bear,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Aaron Thompson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.