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 Albania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Prunes,
The Doors,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Simply Red,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minor Threat,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Motorama,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Moody Blues,
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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.