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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 June of 44 to the dance 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 grunge 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Gang Dance,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minutemen,
Wings,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
MC5,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Juan Atkins,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane,
Sexual Harrassment,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.