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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Invisible to the funk 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
The Pretty Things,
X-Ray Spex,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys,
Panda Bear,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anthony Braxton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Circle Jerks,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Mantronix,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
The Raincoats,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Section 25,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.