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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 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 Donald Fagen 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 Max Romeo to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tommy Roe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Los Fastidios,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Terry,
The Zeros,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Massinfluence,
B.T. Express,
Radio Birdman,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
Ken Boothe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
The Move,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tomorrow,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.