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 Uganda and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 The New Christs to the disco 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tres Demented,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
AZ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Womack,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
John Foxx,
Gang Starr,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
The Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magazine,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.