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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
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 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Bobby Sherman,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Fela Kuti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Inner City,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Negative Approach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Main Source,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Index,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.