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 Greece and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wings,
Scion,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The United States of America,
D'Angelo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ultravox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Isaac Hayes,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Circle Jerks,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.