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 France and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Cowsills to the grunge 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Rakim,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Todd Rundgren,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
Slave,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
The Wake,
The Star Department,
Yazoo,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonic Youth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eli Mardock,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.