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 Indonesia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Sarah Menescal to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
F. McDonald,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bluetip,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ken Boothe,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Howard Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Gladiators,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
Blake Baxter,
Black Flag,
Arcadia,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sam Rivers,
The Count Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Subhumans,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.