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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stiv Bators to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Audionom,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Television,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Harmonia,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Gong,
The Gap Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scientists,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Babytalk,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.