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 Japan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 the Bar-Kays to the rap 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
John Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Yellowson,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
X-Ray Spex,
Fatback Band,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
cv313,
Magma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.