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 Cameroon 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Amon Düül,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Freddie Wadling,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Remains,
CMW,
Japan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Fugazi,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Lou Christie,
Bluetip,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Fortunes,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonic Youth,
Pole,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stereo Dub,
Index,
Television,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.