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 Gabon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ohio Players to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blancmange,
Model 500,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
cv313,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Main Source,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Underground Resistance,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fortunes,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Symarip,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Nils Olav,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joensuu 1685,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.