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 Switzerland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the rock 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 guitar and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dark Day,
Fear,
48th St. Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
June Days,
John Holt,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Liliput,
Rosa Yemen,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Dawn Penn,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Trojans,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.