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 Gabon 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
Anakelly,
Donald Byrd,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sonic Youth,
Tomorrow,
Hot Snakes,
Susan Cadogan,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Q65,
EPMD,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Visage,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.