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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
The Black Dice,
Niagra,
Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Steve Hackett,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
Jawbox,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Index,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
The Remains,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Kenny Larkin,
Los Fastidios,
Warren Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Iggy Pop,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.