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 Belize and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Radiopuhelimet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
Brick,
The Happenings,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Hardrive,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
The Fugs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
The Misunderstood,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
New Order,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Stiv Bators,
Derrick Morgan,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.