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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Moleskins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
ABC,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
Skarface,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Blossom Toes,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Freddie Wadling,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.