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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Count Five,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
Susan Cadogan,
Banda Bassotti,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Visage,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Isaac Hayes,
The Index,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.