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 Mali and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
Rekid,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Monochrome Set,
The Toasters,
CMW,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Index,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Suicide,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.