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 United States and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 X-101 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Joe Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mandrill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
a-ha,
The Star Department,
The Sonics,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Cameo,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slackers,
Flipper,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Evens,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Massinfluence,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Thee Headcoats,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
June Days,
The Golliwogs,
Erykah Badu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Scott Walker,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.