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 Chile and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
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 mellotron 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 Funkadelic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
UT,
Von Mondo,
The Fortunes,
ABBA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
The Standells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Matthew Halsall,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Ossler,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Moebius,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.