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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Anthony Braxton,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Moby Grape,
Soft Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Real Kids,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
Ice-T,
Ituana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eurythmics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aural Exciters,
Joyce Sims,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.