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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Circle Jerks 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Max Romeo,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lucky Dragons,
Spandau Ballet,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zero Boys,
Ludus,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Yellowson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Index,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
JFA,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Joensuu 1685,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.