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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Brand Nubian,
Grauzone,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Sex Pistols,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Deadbeat,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Basic Channel,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.