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 Venezuela and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
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 David Bowie 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
The Standells,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Ken Boothe,
Moby Grape,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
EPMD,
Shoche,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Sun City Girls,
The Doors,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
UT,
Guru Guru,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bootsy Collins,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
The Stooges,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
H. Thieme,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
the Normal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.