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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Marc Almond to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
Heaven 17,
The Fall,
The Neon Judgement,
Khruangbin,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
One Last Wish,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Outsiders,
Ultravox,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Associates,
Trumans Water,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Kayak,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Slick Rick,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultimate Spinach,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.