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 Cambodia and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Holger Czukay 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Gabor Szabo,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cluster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Parry Music,
PIL,
China Crisis,
Dead Boys,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Index,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
John Foxx,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Bananas,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Television,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lalann,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gories,
AZ,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
Eden Ahbez,
Charles Mingus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.