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 Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the dance 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Rod Modell,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Animal Collective,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Rosa Yemen,
Warsaw,
the Fania All-Stars,
DJ Style,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crooked Eye,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.