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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Pierre Henry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Danielle Patucci,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Quadrant,
Man Parrish,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mr. Review,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
K-Klass,
Gang Green,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
ABC,
Country Teasers,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
The Last Poets,
The Monochrome Set,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Pulsallama,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rakim,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.