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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan 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?
Bootsy Collins,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
Zero Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Grass Roots,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Subhumans,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Pierre Henry,
Monolake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
Stetsasonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Television,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Amazonics,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.