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 Kyrgyzstan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
June Days,
Average White Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
The Saints,
The Black Dice,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kas Product,
Moebius,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Albert Ayler,
Ossler,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Japan,
Pierre Henry,
Pere Ubu,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Searchers,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.