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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grime 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
MDC,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Parry Music,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crime,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Sister Nancy,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
The Trojans,
Black Moon,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Ituana,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
Althea and Donna,
Oneida,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.