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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
The Gories,
F. McDonald,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Brothers Johnson,
Pussy Galore,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
Curtis Mayfield,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Heaven 17,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Infiniti,
Scrapy,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Cymande,
Michelle Simonal,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Barry Ungar,
The Dirtbombs,
Electric Prunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Yellowson,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.