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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Monks to the jazz 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Monolake,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Main Source,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Brass Construction,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Blossom Toes,
Flipper,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Television,
Von Mondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Wings,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Kas Product,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
John Foxx,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.