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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
EPMD,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Style,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Archie Shepp,
Ralphi Rosario,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Roy Ayers,
The Moody Blues,
DNA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris & Cosey,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.