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 Guatemala and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Evens,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker,
Peter and Kerry,
Amon Düül,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Popol Vuh,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Connie Case,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Ossler,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David McCallum,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Smoke,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
the Germs,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slackers,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.