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 Liechtenstein and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Gladiators,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
R.M.O.,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Slits,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Dawn Penn,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moleskins,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monochrome Set,
The Busters,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
The Fall,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Thee Headcoats,
The Leaves,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.