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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q65,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Inner City,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DNA,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Procol Harum,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Yaz,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.