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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Slackers to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Cymande,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Ituana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Holt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Rekid,
Bronski Beat,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
Crispian St. Peters,
Patti Smith,
DNA,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The United States of America,
Parry Music,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.