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 Ghana and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Divine Comedy,
Aswad,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Average White Band,
Soul II Soul,
Sarah Menescal,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Franke,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
The Vogues,
Swans,
Barry Ungar,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Liliput,
Schoolly D,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
Gong,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.