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 Bhutan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 L. Decosne to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pulsallama,
Nico,
Nirvana,
Chris Corsano,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Carl Craig,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Dead Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Surgeon,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
The Smoke,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
Supertramp,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Sight & Sound,
Fat Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.