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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Adolescents to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Rekid,
Fear,
Hot Snakes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
Pantytec,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zero Boys,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Byron Stingily,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
Barrington Levy,
Kas Product,
Sonny Sharrock,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.