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 Colombia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Cal Tjader,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
The Leaves,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Barracudas,
Roy Ayers,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yellowson,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Angels of Light,
Bad Manners,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.