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 Estonia and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barclay James Harvest to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Junior Murvin,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
Faust,
MC5,
Sandy B,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
Wire,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Intrusion,
Eve St. Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
Brand Nubian,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Soulsonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.