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 Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Funkadelic,
Gang of Four,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Toni Rubio,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
Essential Logic,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Make Up,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
MDC,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fear,
Half Japanese,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Delta 5,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Jandek,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.