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 Botswana and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Tears for Fears,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blancmange,
Aural Exciters,
DJ Style,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deakin,
Hashim,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Altered Images,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Todd Rundgren,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.