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 Equatorial Guinea and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Anthony Braxton,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Youth Brigade,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
cv313,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television,
Newcleus,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Peter & Gordon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
Slave,
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Neu!,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Juan Atkins,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
Brick,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Sound Behaviour,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hashim,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.