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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pet Shop Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Organ,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Television,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
KRS-One,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Kinks,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Funkadelic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Erasure,
Model 500,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
the Association,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Von Mondo,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.