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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Brand Nubian,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Subhumans,
the Normal,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
The Gladiators,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
Don Cherry,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun City Girls,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Stetsasonic,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agent Orange,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.