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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Deakin,
Severed Heads,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Pylon,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Maurizio,
Eurythmics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Mad Mike,
Mary Jane Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
The Fall,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Khruangbin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.