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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the dance 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control,
Warsaw,
Carl Craig,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Idris Muhammad,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Halsall,
The Stooges,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.