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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Model 500,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Vogues,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Radio Birdman,
Stetsasonic,
Kerri Chandler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Thee Headcoats,
Ten City,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
Scientists,
Pylon,
The Victims,
The Velvet Underground,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.