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 the UAE and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
The Fugs,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Whodini,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Funkadelic,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
Mad Mike,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
Cheater Slicks,
The Searchers,
Second Layer,
Yusef Lateef,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Lalann,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The American Breed,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.