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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Gang of Four,
Country Joe & The Fish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
China Crisis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Marvin Gaye,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Sight & Sound,
Scrapy,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
the Germs,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terry Callier,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.