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 Morocco and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Carl Craig to the crunk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Agitation Free,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
U.S. Maple,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Todd Rundgren,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Deepchord,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Prince Buster,
Sun Ra,
Jacob Miller,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Gang of Four,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bush Tetras,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
Harry Pussy,
Excepter,
Mandrill,
Black Flag,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.