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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Zapp to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
Flash Fearless,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Negative Approach,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Josef K,
Colin Newman,
10cc,
Magazine,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Nas,
Lakeside,
The Stooges,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
ABBA,
Nirvana,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
Eric Dolphy,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Make Up,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.